Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

I guess this is the question of the day, isn’t it? You know he’s got another joint on him. And if he’s out, the person next to him has one. (For a Grateful Dead, it is close to a mathematical certainty that you are standing next to someone with weed.) Look at that itty-bitty thing: it’s more paper and spit than doobie at this point. Why, Garcia?

Also: coal miners’ hands don’t get that dirty.

Also also: is this honestly a press conference? The line of plastic cups of water and the seating arrangement suggest it is. If so, then a rare demerit for Garcia: TotD frowns upon performative doobies. There’s just something so Rebellious™ about it.